A hazy dream, easily forgotten
A shadow of a memory, pushed aside
A misty thought, lost, never to be found
When we do not wish to remember.
A half-opened door with a secret
A recollection whispering through
The door is shut, the key thrown away
When we fear of what we can remember.
A tiny light in the midst of the dark
A warm laugh in the falling of the tears
A gentle voice among the shouts
When we find the courage to remember.
© Jade M. Wong 2016
Day 24 of NaPoWriMo. Went off-prompt, chose instead to dust off another old poem. The muse and I need a nap.